The Magnate’s Six-year-Old Niece

"Hahaha……"

Fan Gang laughed loudly, "Director, you asked me to surrender? What is the charge of making and selling Buling Powder, and what kind of punishment will be imposed, you and I know well, anyway, it is a death, and there are others who surrender and do not surrender. What's the difference?"

His gun was still on Chi Zhiyu's forehead, "Don't try to use your cultivation to save him, even if I die, I will pull him back, but I want to see if it's your superpowers. Or is my gun faster?"

Bu Chensu and Chi Zhiyu looked at each other.

Chi Zhiyu: "You touched my guitar."

Fan Gang felt that the child was a little annoying, "Just touch it, gibberish, you want to die..."

"I told you, don't touch my guitar!"

Chi Zhiyu grabbed a sideways leg and kicked Fan Gang's lower abdomen.

At the same time, Fan Gang pulled the trigger.

Everything happened in an instant, and no one thought that Chi Zhiyu would do such an irrational thing for the guitar.

It's over, this child lost his own life on a whim. It's a pity, it's a pity.

After Fan Gang pulled the trigger, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He felt that there was an invisible force imprisoning him, not only unable to pull the trigger, but even subconsciously trying to escape was restricted.

Bang!

Chi Zhiyu kicked his lower abdomen.

As soon as Fan got up, he took out a needle and stabbed it into his arm.

"Fan Gang!"

Si Xiyou ran over, but he couldn't stop it. All the medicine in the syringe was injected into Fan Gang's body.

"You, why are you suffering?"

Fan Gang fell to the ground and looked at Si Xiyou with a smile, but tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

"Director, I'm just not reconciled, how can such a perfect culture solution be ruined like this? Why do we work so hard to do research, and we don't get the understanding of our family members, and we don't earn much more than the office workers, and those drug dealers But all of them are delicious and spicy, and enjoy the wealth in the world, I am not reconciled."

Si Xiyou sighed, "No matter how unwilling you are, you can't bet your own future and life. Fan Gang, do you know that I have already applied with the above to give you an independent laboratory."

In the research institute, only those above the department level are eligible to have an independent laboratory, and assistants are not allowed.

Fan Gang, who was lying down, was startled, and then laughed at himself.

"It's too late, it's too late."

His body began to twitch violently, his body curled together subconsciously, his face was painful, but the corner of his mouth was still grinning.

"Director, in the next life...I'll be your assistant again..."

Fan Gang died just like that. He died of an overdose of culture medium. His death was even worse than the person who died in the detective bureau before.

Si Xiyou slowly closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"Second uncle, are you alright?"

Si Niannian walked over and glanced at his still bleeding belly.

He is simply in Su Nian's pharmacy now, everything is ready-made, Si Nian Nian quickly helped him take out the bullet and bandage the wound.

When Yuan Cheng and others arrived, everything was settled.

Si Xiyou took them back to the Detective Bureau with the injuries to take notes, and Si Niannian and Bu Chensu also followed, watching Gu Xiuyun's interrogation in the monitoring room.

In the interrogation room, the monkey is asking: "Is the Happy Bar your private property or your family's?"

"Private." Gu Xiuyun was very calm, sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, as if not in the interrogation room of the Detective Bureau, but in some entertainment place, very comfortable.

The monkey glanced at him: "According to our investigation, your father bought this bar from another person and gave it to his lover, who is the owner Ice in the eyes of the guests and bar staff. It was sent to you by Ice, what is your relationship?"

Little fairies, happy Chinese Valentine's Day